LuckyAlbatross
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So yeah got out of work a whole hour early, to get to the airport, swing past the nifty luggage check as I already printed my boarding pass, shift through the security point (I hate the shoe thing, hate it hate it hate it) and then realized I was WAYYY early and hunkered down to listen to my Rob Thomas mix CD.
We all get on the plane, irritating as apparently they were doing some odd method of having the back of the plane board, then the middle, then the front and then back and forth in some zany attempt to get people boarded sooner. I contemplated human nature and their innate slow puttering and need to spread their territory and really didn’t think this would do anything but confuse people. But I wasn’t the one calling the seat numbers.
We get on the plane and are ready to head to Boston and we start taxiing down…and we keep taxiing…and we keep taxiing. And then we stop. We get an announcement that due to weather we were stuck for another half hour probably. Sigh. I call Boston and let him know the plan. We wait. I listen to more music. 25 minutes later we get another announcement- no leaving for another 45 minutes. Sigh. Call Boston again and let him know. I was being fairly zen about the whole thing, on my kick to be relaxed and allow the universe to bring stuff to me. Zen is hard on a crowded plane stuck on a runway. I called Boston one more time before we left just to confirm that we were leaving then and should arrive by 9.
Now, I had assumed Boston would do the sweet thing and be right there to pick me up as soon as the plane landed, knowing I had no food since lunch, knowing he had had extra time to unpack and get food and all that. Unfortunately when I called he hadn’t event gotten the car yet. I asked if he wanted to meet me at the baggage claim or if I should go out and wait for him at the pick-up. And he stalled. This grr’ed me as I really didn’t care WHAT he wanted, just to make a choice as he was the one picking me up and I didn’t have control and wanted to know where to go.
I call him once my bag gets in and he has just gotten the car. Now I am pissed. I call DCS to vent just how pissed and hungry I am. Boston arrives, I avoid a kiss and get in the car. Boston was figuring out how to get back to the hotel so I was not going to berate him during that (I was pissed but still controlled). Another thing to add to the being pissed was Boston not bringing me a snack or anything when he KNOWS my feeding schedule is important to me and my happiness. Apparently he had gotten a Clementine for me…but left it in his other jacket.
And he remembers on the way in that he forgot the camera. The one thing I told him he would be shot for.
Liz is just not terribly happy now, but food is still the most important thing. I’d be calmer with food, I’d be more rational with food. We drop off the car and head over to Bennigans where we were seated right away. A brief moment of happiness as I saw a Coldstone Creamery next door and knew we’d be getting there at some point.
I got some potato soup as an appetizer and that immediately made me happy again. Boston enjoyed a margatini while I dove into my chicken tenders and we talked over things. I used his phone to call DCS and made Boston tell DCS the news about the camera and apologize. I figured someone around would have a camera and wasn’t too stressed about it, but was still wondering what to do with Boston.
In retrospect I should have punished him directly and severely and driven the point home with follow up emails. However, neither of us had anticipated me going into such a clear dominant position that evening and so he had not been prepared to take care of me in such a way. I think next time will be a different story.
Once fed and watered, we went to the hotel and got into our room. I immediately started hanging my stuff up. Boston had to go everywhere to get all his suitcases. While he was still getting his stuff sorted, I went and go my clothespin for the play party.
Returned to the room and got dressed in my “goth beachwear” outfit. The black PVC dress with lacings up the bust and buckles at the shoulder, with black flip flops, the black and neon green bangles, the sunglasses and my old silver leather collar with blue rhinestones and my white lace parasol. And dark dramatic make-up. I thought I did a pretty swell job for my first try.
Boston had found a camera at that point so we took some good pics of that and then headed down to the Goth Party. They had done an awesome job of setting up the space. They had a bat kite at the door, fabric cut into black coffin shapes and placed on the floor like towels, a black picnic basket with a candelabra, and Beach Boys music interspersed with Goth music. There were many Goths there, or at least people in black, including a very awesome old style bathing outfit.
They were playing a game called “Copenhagen” with a red ribbon which we jumped into and eventually tired and played a version of musical chairs called the Huntsman. Frankly I thought normal musical chairs would have been more fun. But we ran around and played.
Posed on the towels for a few more pics and then decided we should head up and enjoy the play party. I changed into my dark green velvet dress and went to the party. I wandered around a bit and was very impressed with the space. It has the same general layout, but they had moved some of the play pieces into much better logistical space for play and the food room was much more sensible this time with socializing space. Kudos.
Some play was going on but really just a lot of socializing. I still didn’t really know a lot of people and the energy didn’t seem to inspire reaching out so after some wandering, I got Boston to bring in the toys. I put him on a cross and did some good flogging, working him up pretty steadily. I wish they had a CD player in that room because I’d have loved flogging to Rob Thomas. I also enjoyed some knife play and made a few key lines on his back.
I flipped him over and did more scratching on his front. I pulled out his singletail and h got quite worried. I reassured him I didn’t intend on doing anything serious, but then quickly found out that his whip was too worked over in his style to be flexible to my left handedness. This somewhat got Boston out of headspace, so I got close to him and started playing and sucking on his neck. He was worried about a mark there so I asked if he’d prefer a mark there or over his nipple. He said over his nipple, so I spent a few minutes sucking, nibbling, biting, licking and coaxing a very nice bruise out of the area, while scratching on his neck. That seemed to shoot him down pretty well.
After he calmed down a bit and I got us drinks, I had him suck on my feet for awhile. Got the space cleaned up and continued to wander a bit. Actually made some social small talk with some people, even a tentative play day with one of the Scott’s. Wanted to go to the room however our roommate was having fun with one of her mate’s. So we found an empty mattress and I got Boston very hard and got on top of him. I told him he had to ask permission first before orgasm. We were going for quite a good long while. I can never quite get the friction right on top of him to get myself off, sad to say I think it’s because his cock just had the wrong length/angle for it. But I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. At one point Boston said “I can go as long as you can” and that just ignited my competitive streak all to hell.
So I ground myself on him in all the good tight yummy ways I know he likes and in a few minutes he was panting and asked to cum. I immediately got off of him, told him no, and then started playing with myself. It was a bit of a struggle with the public play in the other rooms and the crossing energies, but I managed a good orgasm. Then I got BACK on top of Boston and got him to ask again, this time I said yes. This was very generous of me.
We were tired and ready for bed so we went to the room and crashed. Managed to sleep pretty well and while woken up slightly earlier than planned, I felt good. Grabbed food from the party room and got dressed in my “I love Nerds” shirt. My first panel was on fan crafts. It was disorganized as it was taking place in the art show area, but it let me meander around and see the stuff on display for awhile.
I had not anticipated that by “crafters” they would mean mostly crochet and knit. At least half the people at the group were doing one or the other. It was nice to see all the hats and objects and discuss things they had made. But since I’m really not much of a crafter in that sense, I more just take pieces of things and pull them together rather than creating something fully from nothing, I was a bit frustrated. I tried to see the good of things though and they had a woman there who was in a truly fabulous and detailed Prof. McGonagall outfit that I was in awe over.
At one point in the class Bridgett brought up a good site to find spandex for costumes and a lot of people tittered and made jokes about the name of the site. I had to roll my eyes, funny how even geeks can be so vanilla and unaware.
Being in the geekdom again also helped bring me perspective on my social skills. The snarkiness, the introvertedness and other typical characteristics of geeks makes it very hard for them to get along in the normal world. I know I agonize over my lack of social skills sometimes, but being in that sort of culture just makes me feel really good about myself and how functional I really am.
But the class let out and it was time to head to the Poly 201 class. Ran into J in the hallway and showed off my Serenity book and headed to the class with Boston. It was a good course in that it did share some light on the more intricate part of poly- beyond the basics. I didn’t walk away with any new revelations, but it got me thinking more focused on some of my own poly quirks and methodologies.
Boston and I separated again and I went to the Firefly and Serenity panel, yay! I had missed the costuming panel the day before and was quite upset over that but was looking forward to this.
While the room was packed with probably about 75 people, the panel was fairly disappointing for me. One of the panelists did not know there were comics out and the moderator had obviously not done much research, and had not even read Finding Serenity or the visual companion and seemed to want to discuss more on Buffy than Serenity. They also admitted not having much preparation time or topics planned out and I can’t stand public speakers who aren’t prepared.
The panel discussion quickly devolved into audient comments and discussion of the same sort you see on LJ and the FFF boards all the time- nothing new and nothing anyone who’s done half an inch of research already has the answer to. I didn’t leave enthralled.
After the panel I had what I thought was about a half hour before Serenity showed. So I headed to the mall place and grabbed some Chinese for lunch and came back to the movie. I was a few minutes early and the film preservation and restoration panel was still going on. They finish up and we find out that FIRST they are going to show some NASA film and then show Serenity. Sigh. So we got treated to a NASA film from the 60s on studies for parachute landings on Mars that featured nothing but White Males. Eventually Serenity started, but the sound was not of great quality so after the opening scenes I departed for my room.
Was tired so I got naked and laid down, flipped on the TV. Boston came to the room just as Best Week Ever came on so we laughed at that, and then over the weird new Web 20 show. Boston was feeling feisty so I let him get on top and have sex, unfortunately he was too tired as well to get off so I giggled and I got showered and started thinking about dinner.
Getting a group of people together for dinner at a con is worse than herding cats. Even when you think it’s a solid plan. But we eventually managed to get 8 of us out the door over to Maggiano’s. The wait was unfortunately about an hour so we split with Boston heading back to the art show and me sitting and chatting. I felt invisible for awhile, the group all had very strong personalities and I still can’t stand interrupting people or overriding people in conversation. But eventually it settled down and we passed the time well enough.
We actually got seated in only about a half hour but I was again pretty hungry and needing food so late. I got the chicken parmesan which was yummy but nothing spectacular. We enjoyed fun dinner conversation. One of the friend’s husband was having a birthday soon and wanted a dessert for him. I got stressed out as she had put me up to getting it set up but had disappeared for a long time into the bathroom and I didn’t know what the husband would want.
She eventually came back and decided on the tira misu and it was a nice surprise for him. The dessert was amazingly yummy and creamy. But I only had a spoonful as we were headed to Coldstone afterwards.
After the ritual nightmare that is deciding on the bill, we broke up and headed to Coldstone. Boston noted that the small bowl seemed fairly petite, and I cautioned him that any time I had asked for that size had always had to be put in the larger bowl. I asked for the strawberry blonde again and Boston went with my choice, and true to form, had to be put in the larger cups.
It was again delicious and we all sat around eating ice cream, chatting and just having a good relaxing time. Eventually we headed back to the hotel and chilled out for awhile. We got to watch the end of the Masquerade on the TV. I’d really want to watch the whole, but only in my room. You get to see everything and hear everything fine, but you’re not stuck in a seat and agonizing over all the stops and starts and confusion (cuz they only do this EVERY year).
I was feeling a bit achy so took some standard drugs and got dressed in my satin olive cocktail dress and prettied up in rhinestones. Boston had said he wanted to go to some Intercon party, and I was up for that. Unfortunately I had thought “party” as in dance and music and fun, and he meant “party” as in people filling a small hotel room, sitting around and talking. I was not feeling up for that with no one I knew there, so I bailed and went up to the play party.
People were playing and energy was definitely more buzzing than the night before, but I didn’t have any clear plans so just wandered. Boston appeared again and introduced me to some of his friends and we chatted as they did some breast bondage. They left and I hung out in the mattress room for awhile and Alan came over and we started chatting. He remembered my check marks from the previous year and I was impressed with that. We were starting to get into a good conversation, although I was highly self-conscious. Unfortunately he had to check on the baby monitor. I was looking forward to getting into a deep conversation, but the universe had other plans. Andy came in immediately after Alan, snuggled in with me and asked if I wanted to play. I jumped on that chance and apologized to Alan when he came back.
We found the horse in the back suite and Andy unfortunately remembered that his TENS had broken a wire the night before. I said I was sure he could improvise so he got me straddled on the horse and flogged me very well. He took a good long time and a very nice and steady build-up. There was some pain, and some just taking in the sensations. But it was also the very first time I’d ever “MMMM’ed” over a flogging before in my life. I thought this was pretty impressive.
He also got out his whartenburg wheel and pushed that all over. I was doing very good in control UNTIL he found my tickle spot at the top of my thighs. I started squealing and then EVERYTHING turned into a tickle spot. Luckily he didn’t get into that for TOO long.
Then he brought out a very nice solid dildo and began working that in me, interspersed with playing with my clit. He went very hard and very deep and I was in heaven. Pulsing pushing intense. I don’t think I orgasmed, but I didn’t really want to, the feelings were pretty fabulous awesome wow on their own.
Dizzy in the end, I got water and then we hung out on the couch for awhile, with me using my tongue and fingernails all over his body. One of the women put herself on the table to get written on. Unfortunately what I wanted to write was “This space is not worth writing anything good on” however that was not at all the vibe they were going for. They were going for artistic and pretty. Sigh.
One of the other girls was wearing a collar that looked identical to my silver leather one. That was a very odd moment for me but I pushed it aside.
Andy and I departed very happily, and hopefully we can play again or he’ll let me do some service for him. I wandered some more and chatted. The Scott unfortunately had baby duty and all sorts of stuff and I began to suspect our play date was not going to happen. Boston was done with his play date, having missed my entire scene, but was ready for Purry Rascal to come out. So I helped him into that and let him go slut around for petting.
I caught Alan again and apologized for interrupting our time and hope that we will have future conversations and such in the future. He seemed fairly cool with it so that made me happy.
Andy was on the couch with someone else so I snuggled with him for awhile and chatted at people as they passed. Someone was doing a suspension scene in the corner so I sat over there to watch. I was getting tired but ok and then someone gave me a snark answer to a question I asked and that pushed my over emotional sensitivity button and I got very upset inside. I recognized myself as dropping and struggled to work through it. However, I started missing the NV and DCS a heck of a lot so I realized I just needed to go to bed and sleep.
I did so and ended up having a very good rest, waking up fine and sore and enjoying the evening before. DCS had been out till 4 and was not surprisingly tired the rest of the day. I got dressed thinking it would be hot in the hotel again. I had skipped the first session thinking it was the Kimono one, but it was actually the corsets and bustles one, so I was annoyed to have missed it.
But we dressed and, after I reminded Boston that the Poly Family class was at 11 and not noon, he got stressed and rushed. Sigh. I kept him on track and focused and we headed down for the class. More than anything it was good to hear of people raising kids as poly. However, I’d be interested in seeing what would happy in non-marital homes. I’m sure it would work fairly similar, but still curious.
After this was the Kimono class and was a complete disaster. The presenter just had tons of stuff but no idea what she had. She just started rambling off a bunch of terms and searching and not finding and finding something similar. Her outline had been hastily written on the hotel stationary. After a few minutes I skipped out and went upstairs to find Boston corralling all the stuff into his wife’s room.
I suggested we do lunch then so Boston and I headed back to Benningans where we shared a buffalo wings appetizer and fajita lunch. The rice for the fajitas was heavenly. We had good talking and processing of the weekend and finalized our plans.
Went back to the party area where everyone was just sort of chilling out and talking. Made a phone call to DCS who said that he was sorry Boston was a fool when I told him he was busy laying under someone else’s feet. Heehee.
Boston had to get his son’s stuff together to take him and his friends home before coming back for me. This left me hanging out in the party area and fairly tired. I tried to nap a bit, but too much moving around and noise. Everyone got very excited over someone getting an egg, and I grabbed a space to nap. Unfortunately, I had caught a chill and just wanted to take a hot shower to warm up. I went back to the “overflow” room and unfortunately interrupted Bostons wife and C having sex, (even though it was the time we’d said we would be coming around and getting stuff) and rushed to the shower. It was a very nice warm up for my body and Boston had just arrived when I got out and dressed.
Said goodbyes to the party people, headed down to the airport, and said goodbye to Boston. Our flight ended up leaving an hour late sadly enough but got home and grabbed dinner in time for the house mates to be leaving shortly after I arrived. Talked to DCS and had phone sex, realized I was still sore from the day before, talked to NV until my phone died, did email and then went to bed. Have to work on Monday.
Overall Arisia itself was just ok. I found the lack of preparedness and forethought on EVERY panel to be annoying, but the energy overall was much fun and I think gave a good enough outlet for my geek con self for the year. The party was fabulous again and I am so grateful to have a place to meet new people and have experiences like this.
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